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When I, hotbox the V I write Sticky on the glass
Sipping on that rum feeling sweeter than molasses
Anxiety kicking no more blunts you could ash it

inside you in pain
Society drives you insane
Can't even go out in public
Anxiety eats at your stomach

Cold heart cigarettes ash upon my dirty jeans

The art of broken glass 
Dropped and glittered the streets still
c heart of smoke and ash 
Blocks are littered and lethal
Our martyrs froze in black

Empty handed
And Crestfallen
Where will I go in the dark by moonlight
The joy, the laughter
Now stolen
Walkin' to unknown with hazard, in fright

sayin' this and that, I promise that you gon' pay for your sins, bro
You gon' be carried by six, and your family gon' be real sad
Your girl suck me up ash

the bay
Planets play by seasons
Somewhere in their field grounds
I've got limits but not scared to die
A rare soul is a friend of hope
Just make sure

he can hold that
i had a couple runners in the summer at my old gaff
an by the winter time i had a 100 in a whole stack
a money man i generate

killed by a white man

I'm in the garden with the roses
Cup full of oceans, Backwoods smoking
Rare rocks on my fingers
Feeling like a young prince

Some contemplations made next to
A mug of warmth
Every little bead followed by another one
All of you made an impact.
Some dug holes and others

a weekend
Me and Jenn
Ain't really speakin'
So baby girl come over
This instant
Got a new ride
So fuck the speed limit
I live by the 'W's
Weed and women

I

Light a Candle for Me

The Bogmen

Life Begins at 40 Million

1995

your rubs would all be in vain
But you could relieve me of my pain - by lighting a fire in my name

Don't throw my writings in it - you might just

snow
Because I don't want to feel alone

I ditched the rental
Grabbed the receipts off the dash
Threw out the baggie
Of coffee grounds and ash

And the memory of all you had
Was a childlike shimmer in the wind

Before the war of roses
We learnt by hard mistakes
Now your eyes are always open
To what

the road of darkness 
Again, and again an endless cycle that has to be endured 
No hand of god, no wings of an angel 

Burdened by sin, pure fucking hate

We left so many lives behind
That grow like shadows in the past
We hoped for many flames, but saw them turn to ash
We've been born so many times

the pain in me
And burn it 'till it's ash I'm seeking freedom from myself

Vibrations move the speaker
Music - My Mona Lisa
I seek my refuge in a melody, fix

me and the gang with Peter Sellers
eating breakfast at the beach with a Swiss bank teller

Jehst:
It's that fella sucking ash out of last night's

Sat down at the barstool and I've been sitting here too long
No one came by to rest their legs, they just kept moving on
But the bar was almost

and beast and man
And with the fair folk by my side
I roam the traceless paths

Come follow me
Into the wild
Come follow me
O' nature's child
Come follow me

""Blackest shadow full of death The Blond beast comes marching in Sender of fear and abhorrence rise Through clouds of ash and decay Black birds

By ash and elm again
Beneath the swamp it will remain
Painted in gray and green
A ruin so serene
Til the next fool rebuilds in vain

She's back!

Flying past my own youth
Sober past my bedtime
I would chip my own tooth
Tumble down a full flight

Fastened by your own fuse
Solo past your curfew

the apron string unpinned 

My garden was forsook
To weigh in on industry
Raised beyond the altar, under oak and ash
I grew to a bony rowan tree, tree
Freely

I probably got to get my mind sorted a second
But Ash need me, he keeps calling again
Suttin' got tanned and I swear the cliff hangs
The weekend